His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. (What was the name he had given her that day?) He was walking beside the chair upon which appeared to be a bundle of colours. Maggot held up a lantern, which she found in the shop. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. Here was not the individual against whom she had been warned.
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